This is a song about "Cutting you"

Instead of cutting my heart in half, you cut it in thirds,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Cutting up the skin and there pulmonary veins and ill tape it

I'm everything that they call nice

Cutting down the most cerebral mc’s with ease/

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Code red, which means you go red